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When now and forever may feel like not ever
When push comes to shove, and your heart hits the floor
Each time when you wonder if things will get better
Remember just what it is we're fighting for
Though it seems far away
Come a time
Come a day
Everything we've been dreaming will be in our arms
Hear me now when I say
You're my life
You're my way
Although I can't protect you from all of life's harms
This is our love story
Take my hand
And trust me
Together we'll weather the wickedest storms
For Angiel

Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
Gaining momentum through murkiest mists,
The lacking of sight learn to feel their way along……

“Wherefore hast thou been, Squire Dingus?”
Asked Idiocy, with a wink and a smile.
“I’ve been to the end of this verse, and reverse”
Said Dingus to Idiocy, in shades of denial.
“I’ve been to the end of this verse, and reverse…?”
Asked Dingus of Idiocy, with a wink and a smile.
“…Wherefore hast thou been, Squire Dingus?”
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
What can we say
with blinded eye
to those who do not see as we?
Neither eye for eye
nor tooth for tooth
will e’er disguise or rewrite the truth,
let alone erase the fact
that we oft o’erlook this grimality:
being a prisoner
or being set free
depends upon our actions’ definition of truth.
Diary of the ****** -- Chapter 2
Scarification of word upon page
Insanity’s bleed of the heart, mind, and soul
For better or worse
In darkness
In light
Neither silence nor rage relinquish control
Through flights of such fancy
In falls of despair
Rejoicing and mourning too quickly in turn
I yearn for the pages
My wounds must be scratched
Thoughts screaming like banshees
Yet, my essence still burns
Raging on despite shadows devouring flames
Through the madness and hunger
I’m starving for more
I implore hell and heaven
All time in between
Release me from nothing to all that’s in store
I know there’s a flow that shall wash me away
‘Til the shores are awash with the wreckage of sane
Let my veins leave their stains
Until all that remains are the words I most need to say

I pour out my heart and the poisons therein
So often left choking both ways
How it rips me apart
Every stitch of my heart
Each alive to the part they so willingly play
Every off-kilter beat
Each advance and retreat
Merely passion and madness refusing to die
Every veil rent asunder
Every spell that I’m under
Alive in the echoes of lifetimes gone by
Endlessly melting in stammerless form
As the norm and the oddity meld into one
May my ink cut me deeply
Be each death not in vain
May the lifeless of spirit again be reborn
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
Wrapped up in such loneliness
I pine in regret
Of all the years I have let pass me by
There's no way to attone for the time I have lost
While they whisper in screams of your name
Yet, I'm home in this place
For its where knows your face
And falls ever further each beat of your rhyme
I can never forget our moment in time
I know I'll never be the same

I have taken from me all but my misery
Though each smile is sincere
Every one masks my pain
For in life, as in love
I have lost more than won
Even so, all I have is my everything
If my smiles would only wear masks of sorrow
Maybe I could unbreak my demise
But my heart always leaps off quick as a blink
With each word from your inkwell tongue
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
There resides here a soul named Often
No more fitting a name could it be
For so often does Often find solace
In the darkness which has him besieged
For although the emotion is torture
There is something his pain cannot hide
There is depth to a soul brought down to its knees
When the hope still within will not die

He’s journeyed each night through the hours
For in sleep, he is slave to the dark
The light founds him restless and weary
Though they both find him tortured of heart
Yet, his passions continue to drive him
To find beauty in madness and pain
For the darkness brings light to the blinded of sight
And the knowledge the fight’s not in vain
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
Two fires rage within him
One disease, and one the cure
Together, they devour him alive
His strength, as well as weakness
Both ensuring what’s in store
Through the never
Neither severing their ties
Two forces bound within him
Light and Shadow
Thin as air
Each one desiring to claim him
When he’s lost and unaware
In their torment, they destroy him
In their thirst, he has been drained
His hunger now cries out
But in his heart, love still remains

In movements made of whisper
With the grace of broken dreams
He walks amidst the barely living
Wondering when he’ll finally die
Be it emptiness or madness
Be it ecstasy or pain
It’s all the same when his forever bides its time
For the desire within him grows
As every victory takes its toll
But even so, he tends to hold
To every hope that brings him pain
Most times failure feels to be the only truth he’s ever known
But deep within his heart, love still remains
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
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